C [Verse] Dm7 C Bonnie Mae a-shepherding's gone Dm7 C G To call the sheep to the fold C Dm7 And aye, as she sang, her bonny voice, it rang G C Right over the tops of the downs, downs G C Over the tops of the downs [Verse] Dm7 C There came a troop of gentlemen Dm7 C G As they were riding by C Dm7 And one of them has lighted down G C And he's asked of her the way, the way G He's asked of her the way [Verse] C Dm7 C "Ride on, ride on, you rank riders Dm7 C G Your steeds are stout and strong C Dm7 For it's out of the fold I will not go G C For fear you'll do me wrong, wrong G Fear you'll do me wrong" [Verse] C Dm7 C Now he's taken her by the middle jip Dm7 C G And by the green gown sleeve C Dm7 And there he's had his will of her G C And he's asked of her no leave, no leave G He's asked of her no leave [Verse] C Dm7 C "Oh, I've ridden east and I've ridden west Dm7 C G And I've ridden o'er the downs C Dm7 But the bonniest lass that ever I saw G Is calling her sheep to the fold" [Verse] C Dm7 C She has taken the milk pail on her head Dm7 C G And she's gone lingering home C Dm7 And all her father said to her G C Was, "Daughter, you've done me wrong, wrong G Daughter, you've done me wrong" [Verse] C Dm7 C Now twenty weeks were gone and past Dm7 C G Twenty weeks and three C Dm7 And the lassie began to fret and to frown G C And to long for his twinkling eye, bright eye G Long for his twinkling eye [Instrumental] F G C F G C F G C G [Verse] C Dm7 C Now it fell on a day, and a bonny summer's day Dm7 C G For she walked out alone C Dm7 That selfsame troop of gentlemen G C Came a-riding o'er the downs, downs G C Riding o'er the downs [Verse] Dm7 C "Who got the babe with thee, Bonnie Mae? Dm7 C G Who got the babe in thy arms?" C Dm7 For shame she blushed and aye, she said G "I've a good man of my own" [Verse] C Dm7 C "You lie, you lie, you bonny, bonny Mae Dm7 C G So loud I hear you lie C Dm7 Remember the misty, murky night G C I lay in the fold with thee, with thee G I lay in the fold with thee [Verse] C Dm7 C Now he's lighted off his berry-brown steed Dm7 C G He's set the fair Mae on C Dm7 "Go call out your fold, good father, yourself G C She'll ne'er call them again, again G She'll ne'er call them again" [Verse] C Dm7 C For he's the Lord of Achentrioch Dm7 C G With fifty plough and three C Dm7 And he's taken away the bonniest lass G C In all the south country, country G In all the south country
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